Southern and Eastern Beijing
Welcome to Day 7, the day I fell and hurt my back. I was afraid the rest of my trip could be in jeopardy. It was also the day I paid an emperor’s ransom for some goofy pictures of me. Despite some mishaps, it was on this day that I realized Shanghai might be a fabulously cosmopolitan city, but Beijing is where it’s at when it comes to must-see cultural heritage sites. The Forbidden City is just the beginning.
Temple of Heaven
At this point, I decided to take a look at the small hall behind the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. The smaller hall was down a set of steps, a very icy set of steps. As I descended, my feet flew out in front of me. I went down and went down hard. My back hit the stone step so hard, I was sure I had broken it. My back, not the step, that is. The step would be perfectly fine. I didn’t have a chance to compose myself because I went sliding down the icy steps. As I was sliding, I was pondering the un-likelihood that I would be able to sue to Beijing Municipality. When I finally came to a rest, a kind elderly man came down the treacherous steps to assist me. Much to my surprise, I was able to get up. The man handed me my travel guidebook, which had fallen out of my pocket. I was struck by how kind the man was even though he was not able to speak much English.
I was definitely in pain. I wondered if this was the end of my sightseeing for my trip. I climbed back up the stairs. Very carefully. I realized that I was able to walk with some effort. The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was just as stunning as it had been before my fall. And there were pictures to be taken. I had work to do. I soldiered on.
As I continued to walk through the grounds of the Temple of Heaven, I noticed that if I walked perfectly straight and didn’t twist or bend at all, my back was okay. Otherwise, OUCH!! So I did the best I could not to twist and shout. Tying my shoes for the rest of my trip, however, was agonizing. Naturally, my shoes became untied with merciless frequency. (And getting into and out of bed became lengthy ordeals to be endured.)
After lunch at the Temple of Heaven, I strolled past a gift shop. I noticed an elaborate photography setup. I always like to bring back a goofy picture on my trips. As I was contemplating going for it, a woman asked me if I wanted my picture taken. Of course I did. I sort of got ripped off, but I can’t say I have nothing to show for it. If you haven’t read what happened or seen my supremely goofy pictures already (or understandably would like to see them again), check them out by clicking here. After lunch, there was still plenty of the Temple of Heaven to see. Like so much in China, it is an enormous site.
Imperial Ancestral Temple
I spent much more time at the Temple of Heaven than I was expecting. Partly because I had to wait an unusually long time for lunch. Partly because I was walking a lot more slowly now that I was almost crippled. I took the subway back to Tiananmen. I was here to visit one of the nearly hidden areas between Tiananmen and the Forbidden City. Between these 2 icons of Beijing are 2 park-like areas, 1 on the west and 1 on the east. I went through Tiananmen Square security again, just like the day before, and proceeded to the 1 on the east, Working People’s Cultural Palace. The main feature of the Cultural Palace is the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
As I was headed towards the entrance of the Imperial Ancestral, a kind middle-aged approached me. He kept offering to help me get tickets to the Forbidden City. I told him I wasn’t going to the actual Forbidden City but to the smaller area outside the walls. The conversation was circular as he kept asking me about Forbidden City tickets and I kept telling him I wasn’t going to the Forbidden City. He was friendly, but relentless. This showed no sign of stopping, so I started to get annoyed. Finally, he changed the subject. Would I like to see his art exhibit? A-ha! I should have known that there was a scam attempt coming. The art exhibit scam is a common one. They attempt to talk you into buying amateurish artwork and Sotheby’s prices. I firmly told him no, and headed towards the admissions area for the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
When I went to get my ticket, I was surprised to see a sign declaring “ART EXHIBITION” in the same building as the ticket office. So the art scammers actually work out of a government building. Very disappointing. Then I remembered how a fast one got pulled on me with the 10 pictures that were sold to me at the Temple of Heaven. Another enterprise with underhanded practices operating out of a government facility. Seems the government is in on the scam.
So I get my ticket and go through the turnstile. A young woman is waiting for me on the inside. “Would you like to see my art exhibit?” Are you kidding me! Do you really think I’m going to check out your scammy art exhibit after I’ve already entered the paid area? I didn’t ask her that. I just snarled “No!” and carried on with my sightseeing.
East of the Forbidden City
Outside the eastern gate of the Forbidden City is a lively area with lots of restaurants. (With special tourist prices, I’m sure.) I was taking a look at my guidebook when a middle-aged woman approached me. She was happy to help me find whatever I was looking for. But even more so, she would have loved to go for coffee with me so she could practice English. That’s right, another sure-fire sign of a scam-in-waiting. With this scam, she would have taken me to some unassuming private place and then stuck me with an exorbitant bill. I blew her off quickly.
A few minutes later, I was looking at a map on a wall. (I’m drawn to maps like a moth to a flame.) Another middle-aged woman approached me and gave virtually the same spiel, almost word for work. I was so happy to duck down a quiet side street to continue my walking tour.
Ancient Observatory and Ming City Wall Relics
After strolling down Wangfujing Snack Street, I took the subway a little further east to what had been the historic limits of Beijing. The first sight to see was the Ancient Observatory, one of the world’s oldest observatories. It was built atop the wall encircling Beijing in 1442. In 1673, Jesuits built new bronze instruments or revised existing ones to get the observatory up to speed with then current technology.
Next up, I got a little lost. The Ancient Astronomy is located next to a somewhat confusing intersection. I headed east when I should have headed south. Eventually I figured I was walking longer than I should have been to get to my next stop. I tried asking a police officer for help. She went on and on and on, but I don’t think she really knew what I was asking. I came across another uniformed official. He had no idea what I was asking. While I was engaged with fruitless conversation with him, a few people came along. One of them was a woman who spoke decent English. I showed her where I wanted to go, and she let me know I was way off. Time to backtrack and get to where I was supposed to be going.
According to my itinerary, I was supposed to go from here to an exciting arts district in the northeastern outskirts of Beijing. But the weather was bitterly cold. I was walking with some difficulty due to my fall earlier in the day. Most critically, the district was not easy to get to. It was a long walk from the nearest subway station. And the bus journey to get there seemed confusing. So I made the decision to blow off the arts district. After all, I hadn’t come to Beijing for the art. I called it a day. Of course, I still had a long, frigid, painful walk to the subway to head back to the hotel. And if I accidentally kicked the curb while I was walking, OWW!!! Once again, I was questioning the way I make myself travel. But the pictures are worth it, right? Right!
[Factual information is primarily gathered from Wikipedia, so you know it must be true.]
Ray says
Great photos as usual, Billy! I really love your style of writing, especially this line: “I was pondering the un-likelihood that I would be able to sue to Beijing Municipality.” LOL! That got a nice chuckle out of me. The only unfortunate thing here are all the scammers you kept encountering in Beijing. I saw the same thing in Cuba, especially in Havana. Like I get it – you live in a Communist country, so you are trying to make a few extra dollars on the side off foreign tourists. But it really affects your ability to enjoy their city at the same time. C’est la vie I guess!
Billy says
Thanks! I really did think as I was falling how there was likely no way I’d be able to sue Beijing for my fall.
I’m expecting plenty scammers in India, and they’re not even Communist! I’m sure it’s very much a factor of a huge population in a still developing country.